The strong
scent of rust and metal came to him at first, when he carefully pushed open
the old wooden door. The worn, un-oiled hinges of the door whined loudly
as he panned his gun through first to clear the area. He flattened his
back against the nearest wall as soon as he stepped through the door and
surveyed the new environment with his Blacktail extended.
Silence.
He lowered his
handgun and slid it back into the holster strapped on his thigh. The
heavier weight of the shotgun felt more comfortable in the dimly lit and
seemingly abandoned factory. The metallic odor were from the neglected
machineries that spanned most of the warehouse ground. There were lit
halogen lights that hung from the vaulted ceilings but most had burnt out.
Leon decided not to turn his flashlight on and let his eyes adjust to the
dark. With his shotgun carried at port arms, he walked slowly, careful
not to kick or step on the rubbish that littered the cement ground between
machines.
He paused at
the gentle sounds of tapping. His grip tightened on the hand guard and
stock, ready to bring the barrel up. A few moments passed before he
decided the sound was the steady drip of water echoing from somewhere in the
corner. However, he couldn't make himself take another step.
Something was wrong. A familiar sensation was uncoiling itself in his
stomach and working its way up.
Shit....
Then he
heard it. A steady exhale of a breath that was startling clear and
close. Leon spun around as he brought the shotgun up to his eye level.
Even before he aimed, he squeezed off a round. What he had seen and took
a shot at was gone. Appeared and disappeared even before he knew what it
was. The blast had dulled his hearing, reducing it to a steady ring tone
in his ears.
Shit...shit...shit...someone's
here and I can't see or hear....
Leon
turned back around and ran toward the half-lit exit sign that was fifty yards
away. He thought he heard footfalls following him - keeping pace with
him. He didn't dare to look behind him. He stumbled a couple of
times, nearly tripping over the fallen equipment that scattered the narrow
walkway.
He slowed down
- the rusty red exit door a few feet ahead of him. Leon barely came to a
full stop when he felt an arm slip beneath his right arm and the hand stopped
against the base of his neck. He nearly dropped his shotgun that was
pointed straight up in the air. With his free hand, Leon tore his knife
from its sheath. He slashed backwards blindly, hoping to catch his
assailant's thighs or mid-section. Instead, his hand was caught and a
hard pinch of the nerves between his index finger and thumb made his knife
tumble out of his hand. Leon's heart sunk, hearing the
clatter of his knife on the floor. Leon thrust back his left elbow but
before it can connect, a hard kick at one of his calves made him sink down to
his knees.
"Good
night," a raspy voice said into his ear. Leon winced as he felt
something sharp being stabbed through his shirt and into his lower back.
The strong arm
that locked him in against his assailant was pulled away. Strength had
left his body then. Leon crumpled to the ground like a boneless doll.
The last memory he had was staring up at the flickering halogen light swaying
in a slow circle and watching it until it faded into black.
He woke up
quite suddenly. Startled and confused...then came the pain. It came in
folds - one heavier than the other. His arms were drawn upwards in a
long length of chain that had been threaded through a metal pipe that had been
exposed from the wall. His wrists were clasped into handcuffs that had
cut deeply into his flesh when it had bore half of his weight when he was
unconscious and pitched forward. He sat up,
groaning as the blood started to circulate again through his arms.
"Fuck..."
he said, feeling the first droplets of sweat trickle down from his temple to
his chin. He tugged at the chain furtively, but the cuffs only cut
deeper into his wrists.
He
tensed involuntarily, when he heard the taps of the cypherlock's numbered
buttons being pressed from the outside. Leon's fists wrapped around the
chain cufflinks when the visitor strode through the metal door.
"Morning,
sweetheart," Krauser smiled. "Thought we have another one on
one since we were interrupted."
Krauser had
stripped out of the ruined black shirt. Across the chest, there was the
long crimson slash where Leon had cut him. Reminded
of that encounter then, Leon felt the slight sting of the cut on his cheek.
"What do
you want?"
A smile splayed
across Krauser's face.
"Reunion," he said as he unclipped the LBE harnesses from the web
belt. "The proper way."
Leon cast
another glance upwards at his cuffs and back at Krauser.
"You think
you are being patriotic doing this? Working for someone like Saddler?
Resurrecting Umbrella?"
Krauser drew
out the jungle knife from the sheath before he dropped the web gear into a
pile by the doorway.
"You don't
know the meaning of being a patriot," Krauser said - running his thumb
slowly along the blade of the knife as he walked toward Leon.
"Perhaps someday, if you live long enough, you might just come full
circle and realize you've always been where you started from."
Leon's eyes
narrowed.
"What?"
"Doesn't
matter," Krauser said and kicked Leon's legs apart. "Don't
care to discuss politics now."
Krauser's boot
crushed down on one of Leon's thighs, when Leon tried to close them.
"Old
friends shouldn't be modest," he said and knelt down between the spread
knees.
Leon cursed and
pulled at the cuffs again as Krauser pushed his shirt up until they gathered
around his upper chest. He stilled when Krauser's knife was held up to
his eye level.
"I
wouldn't thrash around too much. I would hate to give you the same cut
you gave me."
The tip of the knife
traced the delicate shape of the nipples - circling them until the little nabs
hardened. Leon drew in a breath and held it - he had expected the knife
to slice into his chest. A corner of of Krauser's mouth curved up.
"I'll cut ya
only if you decide to be difficult," Krauser said and took in one of the
hardened nipples into his mouth and pressed his tongue against the the little
bud. The feel of it in his mouth made his cock strain against the BDU.
"K..Krauser..."
Leon said, writhing slowly. He grimaced when he felt teeth ground
against his nipple.
"Don't fight me,
comrade," Krauser said, shifting his weight over Leon's body until his
crotch was pressed against Leon's. He smiled when he saw Leon's eyes
widen - when he ground his hard bulge against Leon's spread thighs.
"This can be nice and easy...just keep your legs open and lie
still."
The tip of the tongue
lashed against the wet nipple, pushing it back and forth until Leon's chest
raised. A slightest moan was wrung from Leon's throat. Krauser
kept his eyes on Leon's face, watching him as he worked on the other nipple -
sucking and nipping and licking at it until Leon's face flushed red from
restraining himself from crying out.
"Got nice little
tits..." Krauser said - rolling the pads of his fingers over the moist
little buds. "You probably knew this - but you were all the fucking
rage for months when you first got to the training camp. The guys
probably did circle jerks thinking about jamming you."
Leon's face turned a
deeper shade of red and he looked away. The chest was raising and
falling rapidly -- he was trying to catch a little bit of his breath and
bearing.
"You want the
girl?" Krauser said, his fingers unbuttoned the fly of the BDU.
"You are the one
who brought her here --"
"I am just minor
part of the whole thing. I told you why it has to be done. But
now...since Saddler knows, the girl doesn't matter anymore."
Krauser pressed the
tip of his knife against Leon's lower lip - the sharp blade sank in slightly -
but not hard enough to cut. Leon froze.
"You wouldn't do
anything stupid, would you?" Krauser said - his voice was heavy with
arousal. "If something happened to you...I guess the girl will die
too."
The knife was lifted
and staked into the floor next to Leon's head. The silver gleam a
constant presence at the corner of Leon's eyes.
"Let's see what
else the training taught you," Krauser said and let out his erection.
Leon shook his head.
"Be a good
boy," Krauser said - sinking a hand into Leon's hair and gripped a
handful of it. The thick, hard cock bobbed in the air - brushing by
Leon's mouth.
"No!"
Krauser gripped
Leon's chin and pinched the hinge of the jaw until the mouth opened slightly.
Krauser pressed two fingers in.
"It's not
-- "
Leon didn't let
him finish. He bit down on the fingers and felt coppery taste spread
over his tongue. Krauser drew his middle and index finger back and
stared at it. One had broken skin. The other one was purpling.
"I am not
above cutting your head off and fuck your throat," Krauser said. He
had raised his hand to deliver a backhand but decided against it. He
wanted Leon's unmarked face for the time being.
"You put
your dick near me and I swear I'll fucking bite it off..." Leon's voice
was venom as he spoke. He bucked again, trying to throw Krauser off him.
"Lot of
fire in ya," Krauser said. "Only makes me want to fuck you
even more."
Krauser wrapped
his right hand around Leon's throat -- closing his fingers around the delicate
columns until he could feel the muscles there spasm. Leon's eyes widened
and his mouth opened to draw in breaths that was stopped. Krauser's grip
loosened when Leon's body slackened.
"I'll go
over your options again in case you didn't understand them the first time
around...." Krauser said, his free hand worked to loosen the web belt
from Leon's waist. "You can behave and take the fucking that's
going to happen...and maybe I will tell you how to find the girl."
Krauser's
fingers loosened the button that held the pants close and pulled down the
zipper. Leon's eyes came back to life again when Krauser's hand kneaded
the flesh there.
"Or I can
hurt you very badly...fuck what's left of you and slit your throat. The
girl...well, whatever."
Leon stilled -
his blood shot eyes staring at Krauser but not looking at him. His
wrists, rubbed raw and bleeding from the cuffs - hung limply.
"You gonna
be good?"
It took a few
seconds for Leon to give Krauser the slightest nod. Krauser's hand left
Leon's throat. An angry crimson mark marring the pale flesh there.
"I am
going to undo your cuffs," Krauser said, pulling Leon's dark cargo pants
off. "And you are not going get any clever ideas."
Another small
nod.
Krauser ran his
calloused hands along Leon's smooth, muscled thighs and smiled.
"Nice...
they did a pretty good job on you...." A hard slap on one of the thighs
that left a red mark made Leon wince. "Just like how I like my
women."
"Just...get it over with...." Leon said in a low voice to disguise
his anger.
"I take my
time..." Krauser said as he pulled the knife from the ground and scraped
the blade along Leon's cock. "I want my fuck toys to remember
me..."
A quick, sudden
movement startled Leon - his eyes only saw the flash of silver glean the light
from the bare light bulb that was screwed into the ceiling. A twinkle
resounded above him. It took him a few moments to realize Krauser had not
castrated him. He had cut through one of the links of the cuff -
separating them. His arms dropped to his sides - numbness quickly became
fire-like pain as blood started to circulate through them again.
"...want
them to remember how my cock felt...and how my cum tasted..."
Another quick
look around the room gave him nothing new to work with. Only one exit
that was locked from the inside by a cypherlock. His observations and
thoughts were sharply interrupted as Krauser raised him up to his knees by a
handful of his hair.
"Open."
The blood
hardened cock brushed against his cheek. Leon squeezed his eyes shut and
parted his mouth slightly.
"Eyes
open," a sharp tug on his hair made his eyes snap open. "I
want you to see what's going to fuck your throat... then your ass."
The thick crown
of the cock with a droplet of precum collected at its slit was pressed against
his lower lip.
"Wrap your
mouth around it. If I feel teeth I'll take your damn head off."
Leon braced
himself against Krauser's thighs as he took in the fleshy head into his mouth.
The salty-sour taste of the precum was sharp on his tongue.
"Breathe
through your nose," Krauser said. He held Leon's head still by the
handful of hair as he pushed his cock in slowly. He felt Leon trying to
cough ... then started to choke as the cock touched the back of his throat.
"You can
breathe," Krauser reminded him as he pulled out a little and pushed the
length back in. This time a little further until he could feel the
muscles in the throat contract wildly. Leon's fingers dug into his
thighs - struggling to push Krauser away. It made Krauser smile.
"Not very
good at this, eh?"
Krauser pulled
his cock out and allowed Leon to catch himself from crashing to the floor by
his palms of his hands. Leon retched and coughed up the spittle that was
in his throat.
"Surprising," Krauser said. "I'd thought you've deep
throated plenty of brass to get to where you are."
An angry glance
replied to the remark. Krauser laughed.
"You'll be
one of the best fucks I'll have in a long time," he said and pushed the
wet cock up against Leon's mouth - pushing past the clenched teeth and back
into the warm mouth again. He slid his cock all the way in - ignoring the
desperate sounds that came from Leon's throat. He pushed in until his
balls were resting against Leon's chin.
"Feels
better than a woman," Krauser said. "Bet your ass feels even
better. I'll find out later."
Krauser laced
his fingers through Leon's hair and gripped a handful of it. He pulls his
cock out half way and rammed it back in with a force that made Leon's body go
rigid. Leon's fingers curled into fists - so tightly that his nails cut into his palms. That was the only thing he forced
himself to focus on as Krauser thrust in and out of his mouth - the blunt head
striking the back of his throat so hard that he couldn't stop the dry heaving.
His eyes watered and tears were rolling liberally from the corners. The
wet sounds of his throat being fucked was loud - when he became aware of it.
Vaguely he heard Krauser speak but he couldn't hear. There was a pause
then the cock was dragged half way out as thick cum spread over his tongue.
"Swallow."
The shaft
twitched and he felt another spurt - this time burning the raw throat.
"Drink
every fucking drop."
He felt wetness
drip from the corners of his mouth and roll down his chin. He coughed -
fighting the overwhelming urge that wanted to spit the viscous fluid that was
lodged in his throat. Krauser laughed and stroked his hair.
"I promise
I'll give you some more later. Let's take care of you now, shall
we?"
End Part 1
